"I will meet your majesty!"

Liu Chang smiled at the civil servant who was the first person in the audience and asked, "Did Hebei Jifan express his attitude?"
The civil servant, expressionless and with a trace of disappointment in his eyes, reported, "Report to your Majesty. Ji Fan said he would look again. In my opinion, I should give Ji Fan some benefits and let him make a decision early. "
Liu Chang frowned, and he was extremely unhappy. He was the statue of the Ninth Five-Year Plan and had to look at the face of a young man.
Asked impatiently, "What good is it for him?"
The civil servant replied calmly: "If you don’t promise him, after he submits, he will be named the secretariat of Youzhou."
Liu Chang suddenly roared and roared: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Me. . . I can’t wait to skin him! Eat its meat! Drink his blood! Pull his muscles! "
The civil servant said with a hint of helplessness: "Report to Your Majesty! After we take over the whole land of Hebei, Ji Fan is likely to suddenly die overnight. "
This is a military commander who said with a sly smile: "Besides, I heard that all three women of Ji Fan are beautiful. At that time, we will play with his woman in front of him, and then we will torture him to death. "
Liu Chang obviously fell into fantasy, and then said, "All right. I’ll leave it to you. "
The civilian stepped down with a sigh.
Liu Chang looked at the back of the civil servant with some boredom and thought to himself, "The older you get, the more useless you are. Persuade me again and again. . . I’m tired of not being enthroned. "
. . . . . .
Xuzhou Xiapi.
Yim Ho wore a dragon robe and wandered around the newly-built palace. He always had a servant holding a bronze mirror for him to see.
Yim Ho turned around and said, "I’m a natural emperor. It’s perfect. . . This dragon robe. It fits me well. "
But there was a voice outside here.
"Master."
Yim Ho look malicious and complete to act quickly and went out, without looking at each other a slap in the face.
"How dare you not call me the son of heaven? Do you have any rules?"
Was a scholar with a long beard and white flour. After being slapped by Yim Ho, he hurriedly bowed his head and said.
"Your Majesty, I have something to play."
Yim Ho adjusted her clothes and asked, "What’s the matter?"
The scholar said with a straight face: "Your Majesty, Ji Hebei is still considering surrender. If the other side chooses Yanzhou, then the other side will send troops from Beihai, and Xuzhou is in danger. In my opinion. Why don’t we promise to make him the secretariat of Youzhou? . 。”
Yim Ho looked at the scholar with cold eyes, and the scholar naturally stopped.
"You don’t have to interfere in this matter. I have sent Bai Yuan."
The scholar’s look changed greatly and he shouted at once: "Master, you must never be tough. Otherwise, it is too late to regret. "
Yim Ho didn’t look at him and went back to his bedroom. He had already begun to doubt this man.
. . . . . .
January 1st, Yecheng, Hebei.
Today counts as a new year.
JiFan in a good mood, left hold right holding the willow, Liu Ying. Moshiya and Zhen Fu followed both sides.
Behind JiFan is gentle son, as for the gentle, JiFan also don’t know where to go.
Dian Wei and Xu Chu followed one hundred meters away.
Five women and a man in this street is also a landscape.
Even here, JiFan also can’t help but sigh, women’s shopping ability is really tough.
But at this moment, a strange emphasis sounded.
"Yo, five great beauties, brothers, come and have a look. Today is a blessed day. "
JiFan eyebrows a wrinkly turned around and saw a face some familiar middle-aged teachers of the law, and three hundred iron guards filled with the smell of war.
Looked at the radar. . . .
Red. . .
JiFan deadpan looked at didn’t speak.